At my old job. I had a friend. Just one.
He will crack up at that. It was one of many inside jokes we shared. That one having to do something to do with a comedienne and a nail salon. But the truth is, I might have actually had ONLY one friend at my old job. His name is Beau. I have nothing but great things to say about his tired, sick, complaining, fussy, Oklahoman ass. He made going to work and being there for anywhere from 8 to 20 hours on any given day bearable.
We had lunch together every day, usually at Subway. We counted on each other for support, rides, laughs. He gave me lots of grief. His impersonation of me involves scattered high pitched babble saying something about: Did you know I have children? Two! And mine of him involved calling his all expenses paid two year cross country advertising adventure "graduate school". Hahahaha!
I sincerely hope that our paths cross again. Soon.
2 comments:
I was CRYING with tears of laughter the entire time until you got to the point about my graduate school (no quotes) I absolutely hate you.
I'm a little pissed you didn't consider me a friend. I thought we were tight. Actually, I thought we were on the verge of an exciting affair. I guess I was wrong. You, madame, are officially off my Christmas list.
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